I guess Im not the sort of person to turn around and fucking hitchike because turbulance is a possibility of. fear threatens always. as much as i desire a smooth ride i think id rather see your face sooner. and id rather order my vodka tonic and ill hold it in my hand if its gonna slopify on the tray because of the bumps in the sky road. i miss the power of you and your freedom. I dont want to be all thinking all the time and surveying the land beneath my jumping path. i want to jump into love. no i want to inhabit and radiate love always regardless of anything - oh yeah, that word is irregardless... hee hee. fuk it. i'm here. i'm queer. i'm near to you. and we're gonna find out what happens.
claiborne lives.
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